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Post by Moxie on Sept 4, 2015 4:19:08 GMT
Moxie's face seemed to fall a bit, and she looked uncertain. She hated having to use her beautiful fall paint to inflict pain on others, no matter who they were. It wasn't it's purpose and was never created to be used as a weapon. She wondered internally if the princesses would be appauld at how she had come to rely on it so much for defense, that now it was being seen as a way to irradicate one's enemy. However, she had seen first hand the destruction and agonizing loss this war had brought upon every pony, and part of her self felt intrigued by Forte's idea.
Even with everything she had been through, she couldn't help but speak as a devil's advocate. In some ways, she felt if she didn't, no pony else would. "Even if it could puncture through the queen's exoskeleton, your missing one key fact. I don't have those paints anymore. Genesee took them from me." Her voice became edged with a hint of anger as fresh hurt rose inside her. "He doesn't trust me with either."
at at the corner of her eye, Moxis caught a glance of blue fur trotting by. She glanced over and was surprised to see Flux slip into the barracks sleeping nook. Curiosity and a bit of worry poked at the edge of her mind, but she turned back to Forte to continue their conversation.
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Post by Forte Fermata on Sept 4, 2015 5:24:21 GMT
"He took them from you? Why would he do that? They're yours! I'd never let them take Tempest from me." He fluttered his left wing as he spoke. "I mean, I can see the advantage of the... The fall one is the healing one, right? I can see why he might want to keep that in the med center for emergencies, but..." Forte was interrupted by the entrance of Flux, but he quickly dismissed the new arrival. "Why doesn't your father trust you?" He asked, skipping straight to the point. Or, more accurately, asking the first question that popped into his head after the distraction.
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Post by Moxie on Sept 4, 2015 5:46:27 GMT
"It's the spring paint that heals, and he's nearly used that up without my consent. The fall paint is the one he tries to hide." Moxie looked angerly towards the ground, trying to hide the full emotions rushing through her mind. Her front right hoof stomped the ground almost apart from her control from her frustration. "He's so caught up in trying to make sure we don't become involved in the war... He wants everyone to stay safe but doesn't see the bigger picture or how it effects everypony in camp and outside of it."
Sighing and shaking her head to clear out her emotion driven words, moxie looked to Forte with a new expression, one that seemed helpless and saddened. "He doesn't think I have any right to something that could be weaponized, and now I'm starting to think he had predicted some pony like you would learn of it and see what it could offer to fight back. He doesn't trust me to be level headed enough to make the "right" decision." She added with distaste, "Which I guess is the only decisions HE makes for us."
It was blatant to see that her father stripping her from her once most personal and coveted items had deeply effected the forest mare, she wasn't usually this emotional and rarely was ever seen angry. By the time she was done talking, Moxie looked rather upset and ashamed of herself. Turning to Forte as her friend, Moxie confessed to him, "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't speak ill of our leader... But you know how much I can't stand power being used to take things that don't belong to them. I can't stand it, yet I feel helpless and unable to do anything about it without disrespecting my father in front of every refugee here..."
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Post by Forte Fermata on Sept 4, 2015 6:08:21 GMT
Forte listened intently to Moxies complaints, nodding along with them. After she was done, he hugged her tight. "I understand... He just doesn't seem to realize that we will need to get back out there sooner or later..." He let go, sitting back down. "This isn't a permanent solution..." Suddenly, Forte's eyes widened, and his face lit up. "Hey Moxie, do you know where he has your paints stored?"
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Post by Moxie on Sept 4, 2015 6:17:03 GMT
Hugging him back with a sigh, moxie sniffed and gave him a small smile, happy to have his friendship and understanding. Her ears perked at his sudden exclamation. "Oh, uhh... His chambers I'm fairly certain, though they could have been moved into the private section of the Keepsake cavern by now. But both places are guarded night AND day," she added with emphasis, worried about Forte doing something rash.
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Post by Forte Fermata on Sept 4, 2015 17:56:42 GMT
Forte thought for a moment, then smiled. "Okay. I think that we should pay Genesee a visit after training. Maybe together we can talk some sense into him." Before Moxie could reply or object, he straightened up, going back into drill sergeant mode. "Now go grab a bow and set up in the range. You're still on my time." He said. He gave Moxie a wink before turning and heading over to the range.
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Post by Moxie on Sept 5, 2015 3:04:02 GMT
Moxie's mouth fell open and with a jolt she felt her heart skip in fear of confronting her father. She was NOT ready for that. She knew how bad the confrontation could get, especially after she had seen how easily she still got upset with it all just talking about it. Moxie had stuttered and began to reply, to say no way no how, but Forte had turned away and had refused to let her get a word in. As he began to address the class which effectively sealed her fate, Moxie stood frozen in place.
A panic unlike she had felt since she had been in the midst of the war began to rise inside her. What was worse, was that this fear of confrontation made her immediately turn tail and run when she saw Forte had his attention elsewhere. She bolted across the training hollow towards the closest dark hiding spot she could find, the vacant sleeping chambers of the barracks.
Her mind turning to a primal need to flee and hide in a tight spot, Moxie's accelerating heart beat roared in her ears as her panic attack hit full force. She galloped hard around the corner of the cave and dove into the tighter and darker area where makeshift beds and shelters were housed. Leaping over any obsticals that got in her way, Moxie's mind didn't even register the blue resting pony that she hurtled over before she ran out of ground and dove into a small tight crevasse in the cave wall.
Cramming herself in as far as she could go, Moxie finally wrapped herself in her wings tightly and gasped through shuddering breaths. Biting her lip and trying to force her breathing to slow, Moxie let the pent up tears flow freely to try to calm herself and relieve the emotions that had built up inside her for so long.
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Post by Flux on Sept 5, 2015 21:45:45 GMT
The sound of pounding hooves in the chamber had set Flux on alert; running in areas where the soldiers usually were could never mean anything good. Just as he was about to turn back towards the main room to see what the disturbance was caused by he caught a flash of pony flying over him and he blinked in shock as that pony seemed to simply disappear. Unsure if his mind was playing tricks on him, he just stared upwards for a few seconds. He was nearly to the point of blaming it on his stressed mind when his ears perked to the unmistakable sound of crying. He sat up and slowly turned his head a little to pinpoint the sound that was coming from...behind him?
When he turned around the pieces clicked in his mind. The bed he'd fallen into was right against the cavern's wall, but a large fissure cut through it. Not big enough to use for much more than a shelf for whoever bunked here, but definitely big enough to fit into, as demonstrated by the pony he immediately recognized as Moxie curled up inside it. His mind may have been frayed at the moment, but his heart went out to her. Moxie was his oldest and closest friend in New Hayven, and to see her like this made him feel as though it was his responsibility to help her, especially so soon after she and Moon had helped him.
Flux looked down at the bed and the blanket on it before glancing back up at where Moxie had lodged herself. He reached down and picked up the wool blanket, pulling it together before slowly pushing it across the stone to where Moxie lay. He had a feeling that he'd done something to effect her recently and didn't want to risk making it worse by directly touching her. He would certainly try his best to right any wrong he'd made against her, but couldn't chance putting a sore spot in their cherished friendship.
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Post by Moxie on Sept 7, 2015 5:04:00 GMT
Moxie tried to slow her pounding heart by taking deep, shuddering breaths and kept her eyes shut tight. Choking back sobs, her tense limbs finally began to relax as after awhile the deep breaths had began to clear her mind. Slowly, The enwrapped pegasus turned quiet and still as the panic attack subsided, and left her simply crying silently as regrets and sad memories flowed freely through her mind. Even though the trigger of her attack had been stemmed from the conflict with her father, it wasn't the root of what had let it build up to the point of spilling over. She had kept most of the hardest of her memories from her time out in the war ravenged lands locked away for so long, but now she let them do what they wanted, at least here no one could see how they weakened her, how they brought her to her knees in sadness.
Visions of seeing the decaying bodies of ponies she once knew began to filter through the opened gates of her thoughts. During the time she had been traveling the lands in her search for her companion, Moxie had gone to cities she knew in hopes that Forest would have sought out a trusted friend. But city after city held nothing but horrors. sights she had only imagined could reside in the darkest nightmares. Moxie felt the dull throb of familiar pain cut deep into her heart once again. And yet, it was almost cathartic to feel that break in her heart again, it was the only way to remember and honor the ones that had been lost. Maybe it was selfish to try to block their memories out and try to forget. If only she were stronger, than maybe those ponies could still live on at least in her mind if she could only bare the pain of remembering their once happy faces before they were reduced to battered, broken bodies... Maybe someday...
Something shifted in her crevass. Moxie slowly opened her eyes a bit, her vision blurry with stinging tears, and slowly focused on a blanket that had appeared in front of her. Sniffing and rubbing her eyes to see a bit clearer, Moxie stayed laying as she pulled the blanket to her stomach to clutch to her chest like a safety net and so that she could see who was behind the gifted comfort.
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Post by Pumpkin Vine on Sept 7, 2015 14:23:26 GMT
Instead of coming after the dragon as he assumed would happen, the light colored pegasus stayed in her location. Observing his cocky demeanor, body language was a must for reading a creature such as this. Burnt orange eyes scanned the dragon up and down before slowly walking over to him. Impressed that he did not fall when her legs tried tripping him, the large beast was indeed a heavy opponent. But like any other, if this were a real battle, he would have already been on the ground with a pole dug deep within his chest.
Being as this was a class for students to learn, Pumpkin Vine had opened her wings as they flapped. Flying to get eye to eye with Archimedes, her body stopped at his head before placing a hoof on it gently. His body and scales were hard to the touch, allowing a lot of ponies to get hurt by punching such a thing. For an amazon and their experience, the bigger the opponent, the harder they fall.
"Archimedes. What have you learned."
Before the dragon could speak, he could soon find that each section of his body the mare touched was on its way to trembling. Upon the after effects, his pressure point system would eventually bring him to his knees as the stomach and rip shot caused the main focus of his body to fall asleep in a tingling sensation. With the pin and needle feeling running through his mid section and legs, her hoof touch on his head had only been a distraction as she continued to flap her wings to stay up. Her touches were initially subtle, but with a deeper plan. Not only did the force she threw into them before hand sink into his scales, but her forward motion throwing in the same repetition. For an amazon, this was the perfect way to bring down an opponent without actually harming them. Never permanent, Pumpkin gave herself some distance before lowering to the ground. Throwing off his pressure point system, Archimedes wouldn't be able to stand for quite a few minutes.
"Ponies of the camp. You do not have to be the bigger opponent nor do you have to be stronger. You simply have to ensure his eyes are not watching your inner moves in hiding."
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Post by Archimedes on Sept 7, 2015 14:50:15 GMT
Letting her touch him, Archimedes stood still. This was part of the lesson after all. He felt the tingle. His muscles started to loosen. The tingle took over the dull pain and his eyes went wide. The world's color returned. His lingering sense that the world wasn't real shredded in an instant. He finally had proof. The black cloud over his mind drew back with a sigh and he felt like...Archimedes...
He dropped to his claws and knees and began crying tears of relief before collapsing altogether. On the ground, he didn't care anymore and started moving (what came out as twitching) his arms to try to feel them without pain. It was only numb, but at least there was no pain.
Within seconds he had passed completely out, his first unhindered sleep in 5 years...
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Post by Flux on Sept 7, 2015 19:30:08 GMT
As the blanket was pulled further inside the crack in the wall Flux could see the state Moxie was truly in. They weren't the tears of a recent injury. The shaking wasn't from simple nervousness. The way she desperately held onto the blanket he'd pushed to her and the look in her eyes, eyes that had seen more than they should have had to, told him that she was hurting not just in her body, but deep in her core. It was the kind of pain that could leave a pony emotionally shattered with no will whatsoever to even get up and live. His eyes showed the sympathy he felt for her, that he knew where was she was and that he would do whatever he could to help her climb back out of the crushing pit her emotions had thrown her in.
The stallion remembered all too well how he felt when he'd been in the same situation, how he'd just wanted to stop feeling anything. He would have given up everything right then if he hadn't had somepony there for him. Knowing that in such a fragile state even words meant to be encouraging could be interpreted differently and make matters worse, his first gesture was to offer a simple hug to his friend. He hesitantly reached an arm towards her, taking care to ensure that he looked as non-threatening as possible.
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Post by Moxie on Sept 8, 2015 4:23:39 GMT
Upon seeing a friendly and understanding face behind the blanket, Moxie felt a strange calm wash over her. She knew Flux had been through a lot and had seen his pent up emotions' effect on him over the weeks until his break down this morning. In a way, it felt like this quiet moment they shared now spoke more and brought them closer then all the days they had spoken and worked together these past four months since Flux's arrival at camp. She could simply see in his eyes that he understood, and she felt relieved that he wasn't asking her what was wrong. She didn't even have words for it.... It hurt her head to even try to come up with something she could say to him as to what was wrong....
So instead, she allowed a forehoof to loosen its grip on the blanket held tight to her chest and reach out to touch Flux's offered hoof.
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Post by Flux on Sept 8, 2015 4:51:24 GMT
Remembering all too well the decision he'd made himself in his darker times, Flux knew that Moxie might elect to stay where she was at. The tight space seemed to offer her comfort, and upon a second glance wasn't all that different from the place he had found himself when he nearly gave up those years ago.
He held her hoof firmly but with restraint, still afraid of driving her further from recovery but making it clear that he would be hers anchor through this if she so wished. He gave her the best smile he could manage and scooted slightly to the side on the mattress, gesturing lightly to it to offer her a place if she was comfortable enough to take it.
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Post by Forte Fermata on Sept 8, 2015 19:12:25 GMT
Forte gave the call for the training session to be over, and as the ponies were filing out, he noticed that Moxie was not among them. In fact, he hadn't seen her since they had talked... He looked around, concerned until he checked the bunks. He saw her in the back, tucked in the crevice by his favorite bunk. With her was a newer pony, Flux, and he seemed to be trying to calm her. Forte had seen them together, and they seemed to be good friends. Forte wondered if they had any history... And he felt a pang of jealousy thinking of it. But he shook this thought away. He had seen this kind of reaction before, and he knew what it meant. It was odd that the thought of confronting her father would set off an episode like this, but... He knew what he had to do. He turned and left the training hollow with haste.
[Exit Forte]
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Post by Pumpkin Vine on Sept 9, 2015 2:21:45 GMT
Shocked by the dragons actions, Pumpkin Vine had rushed to his side. Not sure what went wrong, the teacher had attempted to shoo the students away for a class dismissal. Turning to the creature and checking his pulse, Pumpkin had called for a large..make that an extra large stretchr to get Archimedes to the medical grotto fast for inspection and rest.
"Archimedes. You're a strong warrior in strength, but your emotions are blocked, let me in." Speaking to herself, the mare trotted alongside the stretcher to ensure he got there safely. (Insert npc?)
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Post by Citizens In Equestria on Sept 9, 2015 19:49:25 GMT
The class disbanded, though several ponies milled around to watch what was going on, curious as to why the dragon among them had gone down so suddenly and with what appeared to be very little force. Soon after Pumpkin had called out for medical aid four ponies came into the room at a brisk trot. Many emergency situations required speed, but to sprint through the caves would probably cause panic and do more harm than good. One of them held the largest stretcher that the camp had available in the yellow glow of his magic, and the crew set to moving Archie onto it before struggling to lift him up. They were some of the bulkier ponies on the medical team, but moving a dragon was still no small feat. Once each of them had taken a corner of the stretcher they began moving back quickly and carefully to where they would hopefully be able to assess what had happened and administer aid if possible.
[Exit with Archie to the medical grotto]
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Post by Pumpkin Vine on Sept 10, 2015 13:34:28 GMT
Nodding to the medical team and more worried about her student then anything, Pumpkin Vine had closed her class for today. Wanting to give him space, the mare trotted out of the caves yet not exactly following the dragon quite yet. Wondering if there were any herbs she could assist the paralyzed healing with, the light colored pegasus made her way towards open fields. 'I dont understand, what is happening inside his head..'
[Exit Pumpkin Vine.]
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Post by Moxie on Sept 11, 2015 3:55:29 GMT
Upon seeing the space offered, Moxie hesitantly wiped the building tears from her eyes and glanced around her, taking in where she had wedged herself. Yes, this wasn't very comfortable, but it had done the trick to hug her tightly when she needed the stable support.
Feeling increasingly calmed and tired from the rush of stress and panicked emotions, the spot Flux invited her too looked welcoming and safe. She slowly uncurled her wings from around her and slipped down from her tight crevasse hiding spot till she laid down in the open spot between Flux and the cave wall. She gave him a small unsure smile, a bit for reassurance from him that this was okay.
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Post by Flux on Sept 11, 2015 15:51:40 GMT
Seeing how vulnerable Moxie still felt left Flux rather unsure how to proceed in helping her. She'd obviously wanted to be alone, yet his presence wasn't driving her off. The small space of the cave's fissure had offered her comfort, but now she was back out in the relative open, even if Flux was between her and the rest of the room.
Trying his best to reassure her, he gave her a smile back and threw caution to the wind as he draped a wing over her in much the same manner that she had done to herself. After several long moments had passed in silence, he hesitantly spoke up. "Want to talk about it?" he asked softly.
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Post by Moxie on Sept 12, 2015 3:25:07 GMT
The touch of Flux's wing around her felt....nice. She couldn't help but blush and feel slightly self conscious about how crazy she must seem to the stallion after having found her in the wall...
Sighing, Moxie's eyes darted about as she thought about what she really wanted in reply to Flux. She wished he hadn't seen her like this... but was glad he it was him here now at the same time. It confused her, but she knew she didn't want to make it worse.
Her chin resting on the bed, her eyes met his as she said abruptly, "No, I just want to fly... will.... will you do a perimeter patrol with me now?" She knew if she spoke about what had just happened, she would only cry more, and that wouldn't be fair to put on Flux when he was in a fragile place too.
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Post by Flux on Sept 12, 2015 4:43:42 GMT
"I would love to," came the reply. It felt like it had been an eternity since Flux had been able to really fly and stretch his wings, even though it had truly only been a couple days at most. The fresh air would certainly do wonders for his own mind as well.
Already unsure if his gesture was perhaps too intrusive, the stallion pulled his wing back to his side, blushing slightly under his coat. He didn't move yet, however, knowing that if he did her strained mind might interpret that as him leaving her alone, and he didn't want to chance that. "Where you go, I will be by your side," he said, giving her his best at a reassuring smile.
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Post by Moxie on Sept 12, 2015 23:03:22 GMT
Moxie gave him a small smile before she suddenly rose to her hooves and gave herself a good shake from head to feather-tip. "Thanks, Flux.... lets get out of here." with that, she lead the way out of the dark barracks at a steady pace. She felt good to know that she had a plan now, and trusted company. Getting outside would only make her feel better, she knew it. Not to mention she would get her patrol in for the week, though she always tried to do it as much as possible, anytime she could justify one.
[Exit Moxie to Celestia's Gate]
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Post by Flux on Sept 13, 2015 4:39:58 GMT
It seemed that Moxie had already gained some of her confidence back, and the fact that Flux had been able to help her retrieve it brought a more genuine smile to his face as he moved after her. It felt like some of her returning fortitude helped his own return, and he was glad for that too.
[Exit Flux to Celestia's Gate]
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Post by Forte Fermata on Oct 10, 2015 15:08:24 GMT
[Enter Forte from Common Area]
Forte came into the recently cleared out training area. He was that no one was there, since he needed to let off some steam. He moved to one of the further corners of the area and removed his trombone case from his back. He always carried it with him, and he often would go to the common area and play for whoever would listen. Sadly, that would be an awkward thing to do right now, so he settled for the relative seclusion of the training hollow. Soon, a couple of long tones sounded through the cave. Forte's ears perked up. Caves always had interesting acoustics, but the high ceiling of the training hollow created a massive space for his sound to resonate. In this room, he alone could sound like 10. He smirked, but then began playing, improv mostly, a slow, mournful song with some angry jumps and forceful drops sprinkled in. He closed his eyes as he lost himself in creating, and he began swaying with the music. Soon, his wings unfurled, and he lifted, rising and falling with his sound, his movements getting bigger and bigger as he lost himself deeper until eventually he was unaware of everything but his soul, the whole cave his stage as he swooped and turned, his body creating a visual accompaniment to his sound.
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Post by Moxie on Nov 27, 2015 19:45:13 GMT
[Enter Moxie from the Commons]
As the stallions lead Moxie down the tunnels, they explained to her what they needed of her. "You see the twine the gatherers crafted just doesn't hold tight. I don't know if its how it's braided or the material they used, but any knot slips and wont keep the machine together... We figured if anyone would know about crafting good twine from forest materials, it would be you." The other stallion nodded at her side as Moxie listened.
"What exactly are you colts trying to assemble anyways?..." Moxie asked. Her brow lifted and she saw the lead stallion flinch a bit, as if he'd said too much. Moxie tried to think of what they would need twine for inside the Armory, and from the sounds of it it wasn't just to hold weapons off the ground. A "machine"? These stallions were building something... and part of her knew they most likely hadn't been given permission to.
"I-It's nothing really, just a precaution to help keep us able to defend ourselves." The larger stallion stumbled beside her. Moxie gave him an unsure look, unconvinced. He waved a hoof. "I assure you Moxie, this is only for the protection of the camp, nothing more."
"Anything can be seen in different light, Zephyr, it's how its ultimately used that defines if it's a blessing or a curse." She considered forcing them to inform her father, but the thought quickly fizzled out. She believed in being prepared with weapons to protect the camp, but her father did not. He would surely shut down the project without even learning what it was for. However, she also was cautious... Something too powerful could fall into the wrong hooves and be turned against them in the blink of an eye. "Just... don't let this come to backfire on me, okay?"
Both stallions turned and quickly tried to reassure her, "Of course! we would never want to get you involved in anything bad. It's just... a necessary precaution, nothing more."
Nodding, her ears suddenly perked as she trotted with them. A beautiful music was playing softly from down the cavern. A music she recognized from long nights before. Turning to the stallions, she stopped, "There's no need to show me... i'd rather it be left to your own eyes for now. Make the twine from the branches of hemp plants, braid it at least 4 times, and made sure to strip it from all its bark before you dry it. Thats all you need to do." She nodded to them and coninued down her own way towards the barracks. The two stallions nodded, a bit confused at first, and shrugged off the fact she didnt wish to see it for herself. They had the information they needed to continue.
Leaving the stallions to continue to the armory without her, Moxie trotted quietly into the barracks, smiling as she saw her friend Forte getting lost in his music. She found a comfortable spot on the soft sand bed of the training hollow and laid down to close her eyes and listen.
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Post by Forte Fermata on Nov 28, 2015 3:09:06 GMT
Forte continued for a few minutes before becoming aware of another pony in the chamber. He abruptly stopped when he noticed who it was, quickly swooping down to greet her. "Moxie!" He exclaimed as he landed, trombone still in hoof. "Where have you been? I tried to check up on you, but I couldn't find you, are you okay?" He hurriedly explained, looked her over, concerned.
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Post by Moxie on Nov 29, 2015 16:00:44 GMT
Moxie's eyes blinked open as she opened her mouth to greet Forte, when she was cut short by his barrage of questions. She had thought she had snuck away without him seeing, but it seemed like he had either seen her run away or had been much more concerned about her disapearance then she had thought he'd be. "I-I'm fine. I just... needed to clear my mind for a bit outside. I'm sorry I left without saying, I didn't want to interrupt your class." Which was true, to an extent. Drawing any attention to her in her state when she had left would have made her ten times worse and would have made a scene.
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Post by Aegis Dare on Dec 3, 2015 10:10:16 GMT
The song... How sombre it was... He felt his body move and flow with the tune... The angry jumps and forceful drops reminding him of his adventures. One in particular came to mind...
The cave was collapsing. Everypony was scrambling to get away down the one tunnel. He could hear Noble's voice as he yelled for him to push on, but he couldn't. He turned back and flew back down the tunnel to rescue somepony. He could remember her face, but not her name... He reached out to take her hoof as the rumbling grew louder. He remembered being hit by a rock, and flying off in a daze. The light grew brighter as he reached the end...
Then the music stopped and he heard voices, breaking him out of his reverie. He sighed and held a hoof to his head, muttering something as he went to investigate.
His name is Aegis Dare, the camp cook and martial arts instructor within Camp New Hayven, his home for the past 4 or 5 years. Anticipating an argument, he moved to investigate the voices, smiling a little when he saw Moxie and Forte. He hung back a bit, just behind Forte while making a 'shhhh' gesture to Moxie and grinning deviously.
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Post by Forte Fermata on Dec 3, 2015 14:06:11 GMT
"Oh, okay..." Forte frowned, still looking concerned. "Well I'm glad you're alright now, at least. I, uh... I spoke to Genesee while you were gone..." He said, speaking softly and choosing his words carefully, trying to avoid making her upset again.
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